Posts by CASSIOPEIA.

Her super senses were once again channeled into her sight, helping it out just a bit as she pawed at the fresh kill. Using it for any of her other senses was bothersome and tiring, though she figured if she would assimilate back into Clan life, she had to learn. The girl leaned down to grasp the squirrel in her mouth, wishing to eat it closer to camp, only for the tortoiseshell enforcer to come from the brush, eyes lingering on both the prey and her bird. Cass caught on quickly, and though she didn't feel much guilt for stealing the woman's kill, she did understand the frustrations.

"Yes, Cassiopeia, and -" it seemed Lampetia was eager to cut her off. The cyclops looked towards the now sharp-tongued child, eye half lidded with distaste but at the same time filling with pride. So much for the kid who couldn't say her own name without crying. Cass could deal with the child hating her, really, as said plenty times before she didn't care for children. It was just nice to see someone get a backbone every now and then, "Thanks. Her name is Aquila - it's another one of those constellations," truthfully, the 'Aquila' constellation was for eagles, but that was beyond Cass's care.

Her attention turned to Narcissus, the lumbering buffoon he was, hardly entertained by his excitement. If anything, she was more interested in his tall, buff stature. Not romantically, or even platonically. He was built for battle, something she excited herself with. He would be an interesting sparring partner, if any, "Cassiopeia. Cass if fine, if that's what you prefer," she hummed, though her voice remained curt and quick, her gaze returning to Saturnrings and nudging the squirrel in her direction, "If you wish, you can have it. I figure you were plenty closer to catching it than I was," was she being kind? No, it was a prideful action, a law of nature - her nature - if anything.

Cassiopeia cared for few. She was adoring of her mothers but could hardly give two shits about her siblings. Duskmire and Englishivy were unlikely father figures, but nearly everyone else in the Wind Haven could fall off a cliff and she wouldn't care. And here in the Blackheart Rogues... she had no one. These were just creatures she occasionally hunted for, patrolled with, relaxed beside. She didn't have a connection to any of them other than distaste for the little fluffy bullet. But that didn't mean that she was unable to worry or care for the overseer.

Cass's ears turned backwards as she felt Lampetia tumble past her, lugging a heavy bag behind her. She wondered if the kid was running away, maybe. Finally getting out of their fur, maybe. However, it was the hushed talking, the labored breaths, the toxic stench in the air - Cass felt a pang, a small one. She followed the child slowly, only stopping when she edges the group. The tight knit group who worried over their injured leader, fretting over what they could do, damn near crying the few of them. And Cass could do nothing about it. Being useless wasn't a new feeling, however it was somehow entirely worse in this situation.

"Go," Cass grumbled to Aquila, who was hunched on her shoulder. The hawk lifted its wings and set off into the brush, and in the same moments, the cyclops looked dazed. Her eye was zoned into her hawks, her powers being used in combination. It didn't take long for Aquila to find the culprit bustling around in the undergrowth. A silent command was sent through the bond and Aquila dipped down, snatching the snake from the ground and turning around to bring it back. It wreathed and twisted, however the hawk ended its life swiftly. Eventually the two were united again, Aquila dropping the dead, mangled snake by Cass's paws. The cyclops only pushed it wards Ver, who had asked the pained leader an unanswerable question - based on the state the snake was in, it didn't seem that Saoirse had much chance to look at it. Where the bite marks landed, too, must've made it hard to see. However Cass didn't voice this, simply offering her enforcers a sullen look. She couldn't help anywhere else - maybe if she sent her hawk to the Wind Haven, or barreled through the pines to find her mother on the other side, she was useless in the most unbearable way. She waited for a command, any sort of command, her tail nub wiggling anxiously.

ah yes, lil siblings for this not daughter, ty

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Cass was reluctant to join, her own feelings towards... well, anything were muddled and unfocused. She had watched Saoirse die - the woman wreathed and shivered in pain, and all she could do was watch. Cass wasn't sentimental, and she wasn't close to the long gone overseer of the Blackheart Rogues, but it was jarring nonetheless. A death was a death, sure, and one done by her own paws wouldn't have shaken her so much. But Saoirse was much more than just a leader. She was a multitude of things that Cassiopeia didn't even get to experience, to admire, to protect - her pride got in the way of marveling at the magnificent lady in power. And it sucked.

She settled off by her own, her hawk sitting beside her, almost as forlornly though Cass attributed that to their newfound bond leaking emotions between them. Englishivy's stepping down was unwelcome - it was obvious to happen soon, but it was too soon for her. Claws dug into the ground as she imagined the old man simply up and disappearing, leaving before she could gain his respect just like Saoirse did. His utterings of the lands' Gods did nothing to sway her towards safety, the promise to work as a mere medic only made her nerves shake even more.

However, it was done. Being upset was useless, just as mourning a woman she never knew seemed to be. Her one eyed gaze flicked from dog to cat, watching Duskmire accept the role. Her fur prickled with anxiety that she hardly ever let come to play, and she walked up to him, stalking slow, her claws making pinpricks in the grass. She stared at him for a few silent moments, unsure on what to do, before speaking herself.

"Don't even fucking think about dying, Dusk," she hissed, though her words ached with a need for the man to agree, to console her otherwise. She was two or three years old, but her childhood was robbed from her, by her. She had her moments where she needed to be coddled and cared for, though she neglected to let others know. She was quiet for another moment, ears drawn back, "I'll kill you twice if you so much as keel over, you got that?" it was a thinly veiled threat towards a man she was beginning to respect and appreciate. If he was to die, even with the little connection they had, she would be devastated. The impact would be far worse now that he was to lead them all. The girl let out a snort and turned to leave, her hawk taking off into the sky and following her path, away from the crowd to collect herself.

Power was almost never on Cassiopeia's plate. She didn't wish to lead because she knew she wouldn't do so justly - her morals didn't align well with those she decided to live with. She preferred pro-leaning Clans because there were more to protect and she wouldn't muddle into the background of vicious and feral characters. She knew that meant her shots at leadership would become nothing, as a spiteful and potentially murderous girl could never lead a polite Clan. However that didn't mean she didn't appreciate the ascension while she had it.

She gathered with the others, her hawk settling between her paws. The two of them were undeniably close before she assimilated back into Clan life, but it seemed their bond had increased with the surrounding power embedded in Agrelos lands. They had a bond, deeper, stronger than before. They couldn't communicate, as far as she could tell, but they didn't need to. Cass' eye lay on Dusk as he spoke, appointing the doberman to be his deputy. A sigh of relief left her - she didn't think she was a good candidate, or a candidate at all really, but it drove fear into her chest at the idea of being so close to the top. Guardian - she took the new rank with ease - would be as far as she wished to go. Being the 'elite fighter' was all she needed, it gave her the power she wanted to commit revenge should she need to. She had gotten what she wanted, and that was it.

She was prepared to turn and leave, however her attention was brought back - she would have to attend two meetings as well as hold a mock battle. The life of being two steps up. She gave a short nod of recognition before nudging her hawk, sending the creature off into the air, and following Aquila with slow steps.

She honestly wished to leave these posers hanging, her claws digging into the damp grass beneath her. The Jungle was home, almost, and her paws itched to run in and make space for herself. The moist air didn't bother her, nor did the heat. It reminded her of simpler times, of happier ones - and then of dirty ones, sick ones, loud and cross ones. No smile would appear on the cyclops' face as she spoke, wishing to get this over and done with.

"Hey, Volarians! It's me. Your pain in the ass," she called, her tail wiggling behind her, "I'm just here to tell you all of the leadership change. Duskmire is the new leader of the Wind Haven," she huffed. Aquila remained by her side, pecking idly at the ground.

"Are we required to?" the girl murmured, head low as she fearlessly approached the roughed up crow. Her own hawk, Aquila, rested between her shoulders, staring at the crow with curious eyes. Cass reached up to snatch the paper away from the black feathered avian, swatting a paw in its direction to scare it off. She brought the paper closer to Duskmire, the words meaning borderline nothing to her as she never interested herself in literature. She stared at it for a few moments, trying to read some sort of word from it, before looking back to Dusk.

"Fuck it, I guess," she grumbled, though she still lacked the obvious want to go. If anything, she justified it as protecting her leader from any sort of ambush, just in case everything turned sour.

Jailbreak - she wished to never care for him as much as she cared for Duskmire. The overwhelming need to breathe down the new Vicar's neck and threaten anyone who looks at him wrong - was exhausting. To do the same for Jailbreak, for Englishivy, for the two in the Rogues... she wouldn't have time for herself, and her hobbies. If she ever had those. But still, it wasn't something she wished to invest her time in, but he was rising in the ranks, and he was relatively close to Dusk. Did that mean he needed her protection? He was also several sizes bigger than her, but also got captured and tortured and -

The girl padded forward in silence, her head pounding from the circles she just chased herself around in. She held onto her vow of silence while she waited for others to arrive.

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Thick paws scored at the dirt in anger, digging up the plot she was told to to. The girl had been visibly shaken as Saoirse cried and screamed for help, to be saved, and no one could do either. She obeyed the orders she was given and proceeded without much thought. It was during the digging process that her mind became muddled and she began to fret over the dumbest of things. Even as the idea flitted around her head space and she kept trying to shoot it down, it came back, it forced her to think on it instead of ignoring it.

Eventually the plot was dug. She moved past it and left it behind. The next few days would be eventful, with the meeting and the funeral going on in mere hours of one another. She lost count of the days after both of the events that she finally got off her prideful ass and searched for the child she was told to apologize to. A last wish, she perceived it as. She couldn't make Lampetia like her - hell, she didn't want to. But Saoirse wished for her to apologize before all of this went down. It was the least she could do for the deceased.

"Lampetia!" she called, her ears turned flat against her head as she entered the castle. She hunched herself over, eye flicking from shadow to shadow. Aquila was left outside, simply because the hawk did not wish to come indoors, "Lampetia, get out here. I have to - fuck, I have to apologize, or something," would it be sincere? In a way. She only wished to please the spirit of the long gone overseer, not the child who blamed her for her father's wrongdoings.

Mushroom ?

She couldn't attend the funeral. She did her work by digging up the grave plot, and that was all she needed to do. She wasn't family to Saoirse and even if the woman was her leader for a few short weeks, she felt she couldn't mourn her alongside those who've loved her so much more dearly. The young woman moved to attend the meeting, however, silent as she listened to Ver explain the new path of the rogues. Things were going to change, hopefully for the better. Who knew?

Cassiopeia let out a heavy breath, her tight lipped mouth refusing to offer anything into the atmosphere.

"I would like one," the monoeye huffed as she came over in a slightly rushed post.

slithers in here bc! yeet i think

but i adore the feast idea! i've always been enamored with the idea of super close alliances, like the toxic alliance from forever ago, so we could try to work that into it, maybe??

i rlly like unique titles + titles/tasks to receive titles for each discipline. i jus like badges dont mind me

also also also!!!! yes, to the alliances. abbi is Willing to try and make ppl Happy

Cassiopeia shouldn't have expected any less. The Wind Haven was filled with old souls who came from arguably better times. It wasn't so surprising for Duskmire - Duskstar to reprise some of the more comforting aspects of old Clan life. Cass stared at him emotionless, wondering how she felt about it. Littlestar had taken the 'star' name, and the woman was like an aunt to her. It wasn't inherently bad, and it fit Dusk's name well.

"I think it's stupid," she grumbled as she came close, Aquila bouncing behind her. Though, against her words, the girl briefly touched her nose to his shoulder, moving away before he could accept the small moment of affection, "A stupid name for an smart man could trick the enemies," she mused after, nose wrinkling.

im on mobile so sorry if this is messy!

Parents: Cassiopeia x NPC

Age: 6 months

Species: Domestic cats, are very likely to have major mutations!

Relations: Cassiopeia is currently a Guardian in the Wind Haven and is also connected to the Reaver family. Her mother (these kids' grandmother) is the leader of the Shadow Veil.

Rules/Notes/Plots:

> Please stay in the Wind Haven for two weeks IRL! Feel free to dual join in Shadow Veil or Blackheart Rogues ♡

> Cass is a horrible mother. The kids are likely to have been raised by their second parent and only seek her out for a chance at a relationship with her. She may ignore them 100% and deny relation to them. But if they prove themselves to her, IE fighting/showing an interest in violence, she will start to like them.

> Despite whether or not she likes them, she will protect them with her life if need be.

> Cass has ram horns and one big cyclops eye in terms of mutations, if that inspires you!

dusk went to hardly a dad to grandad in the same week

Cassiopeia wasn't a fan of kids. She would tell herself, time and time again, that kids were insufferable and only at certain points in their lives were the deemed 'okay.' And, frankly, it seemed that Foxpaw wasn't even close. The girl had seem him climb, however she wasn't sure how high up he was reaching considering her depth perception was garbage. Then again, even if she did notice how high he was reaching, would she have told him to stop? No.

"Do you want a hawk ride down?" she idly called up to him, Aquila perched on her shoulder. Foxpaw was a small enough boy, he could survive being lifted by her hawk. Maybe. Most likely.

"Occasionally," the girl responded, her voice gaining some agitation as the boy spoke. She offered help, he denied it, and honestly that should've been it. Cassiopeia felt in the right to blatantly leave the child struggling in the tree tops, however she remained, squinting in his direction as she had no other means to help him, "My hawk is well trained, child. She retrieves what I demand her to," she huffed, "But if you wish to hang a little longer, I can chill right here, and wait with you. Surely Ver, or someone like her, can get you down," the woman huffed, taking a moment to clean her paw.

She ignored the two that found her first, her own breath shaky as the closeness of the castle seemed to grow closer and closer. She was hardly happy to see that Lampetia was coming her way, but it did give her a sense of joy to finally be out of the retched home. Outside wasn't much better, but she would take whatever she could get. The monoeye remained silent as Lampetia rambled and spoke, eye narrowed but sparkling with mild surprise. So the kid had a spine. Not really, as she couldn't even look up at her, but one was growing.

"That is the most I've heard you say in the several weeks I've been here," she muttered, though no smile accompanied it. She held onto some sick sense of pride for the kid, but knew it wouldn't be shared between them. She looked up at the ceiling before lowering herself closer to the ground, attempting eye level for the child, before speaking herself.

"I have to do whatever I have to do. You have no right to dictate that. However, you are within your own power to forgive me, change your feelings, or what have you. And I'm within my own rights to believe that I've done you good. I'm not here to change your opinion or win your heart, or anything like that - you can keep hating me into the grave, for all I care. But, Lampetia, Saoirse demanded we make up, and souls with unfinished business don't like to rest," maybe their little issue wasn't enough to hold Saoirse in limbo, or maybe it was too much to suggest Lampetia was being selfish. Did Cass care? Surprisingly, a little bit, but she made an effort to not show it.

"And so, I'm sorry, Lampetia. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry that I didn't think before I spoke. I'm not going to offer any justifications or excuses; just a pure apology. I don't need you to accept, and you so clearly don't want to, but it's there. I extended my olive branch, and I'll keep it out if you ever want another shot," personally Cass didn't. Kids were snot nosed brats and Lampetia proved it - however, Lamb also proved that she had her own thoughts beyond flowers and could think for herself. That was something that interested her, if anything at all.

[ rushed to the end!! ]

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i would love for u to do cass but i have no references for her Dumb Ass djfijdsdjdj

but ur art is Very Pretty